Grace and peace to all of you, to those near and to those far. Life continues to pass by quickly here, some days faster than others, but mostly, the time seems numerically immeasurable; which in part may be due to the fact that I have proven unsuccessful in finding an English calendar here! Nevertheless, I have realized this past week that my journey is nearly half way through already. In certain aspects, mostly in my own selfish mind I suppose, it has felt like an eternity, which leads me to recognize what little comprehension and grasp of such a measure of time that I currently possess, but in others, I find myself consistently pondering where the time has gone. The teaching quarter is nearly finished so I have been busy prepping my students for final exams and cramming as much last minute information as I can into their already overwhelmed minds. Today however, held something quite different, something entirely out of my control or even doing, something that had to be of God. I have been teaching a class on Injustice for the past 6 weeks and intended to finish a series on corruption, what it is, what it looks like here in Cambodia and throughout the world, how we may fight against it, how to promote positive change in our governments and local policy, etc. Todays class was to include a discussion on reacting in the opposite spirit, i.e. if corruption is dishonest, fraudulent, moral depravity than we ought to walk in integrity, living a life of honesty, righteousness, and self-sacrifice. The students seemed even more engaged and interested in the discussion than usual and came prepared with many thought provoking questions which challenged their peers and to some extent, even myself. In the blink of an eye the discussion turned from talking about loving the homosexual community to me sharing the gospel and what it means to be a follower of Christ, something that I myself am still learning. My students were extremely receptive and 2 of them even stayed after to confide in me about issues in their own lives and to ask for prayer. I did not even comprehend the words coming out of my mouth, but I am confident that it was not me speaking. (I have included a couple pictures of some of the students from that class.)